Think of golden sunlight and crisp ocean waves as you sail your way blissfully through this spectacular poem by Ben T.
artwork by Blair B, 8th grade
Sunset Sailing
Where the water turns white,
Until the sun goes down,
As the fish flee in fright,
Into the endless night,
I stand at the bow like a king with a crown.
When the water flies,
So that it fills the golden skies,
Where the birds return,
Until they are lost behind the stern,
My kingdom watches as the sun dies.
When without a guiding hand,
Where light appears we must land,
If only we didn't go back to sand,
Where the only fish are canned,
My kingdom I must abandon.
by Ben T., Grade 8
Sunset Sailing
Where the water turns white,
Until the sun goes down,
As the fish flee in fright,
Into the endless night,
I stand at the bow like a king with a crown.
When the water flies,
So that it fills the golden skies,
Where the birds return,
Until they are lost behind the stern,
My kingdom watches as the sun dies.
When without a guiding hand,
Where light appears we must land,
If only we didn't go back to sand,
Where the only fish are canned,
My kingdom I must abandon.
by Ben T., Grade 8
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